Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.